I hope he reads this
By some miracle
By fate or destiny or chance
I hope he reads this poem
And I hope he knows that this is me
This isn't a stage name
This isn't just because I needed to write
I hope he knows this is me
And I hope he knows that it's himI hope he feels a little something
Maybe a flutter
Maybe a flicker or a hymn or a voice
I hope he can see
And I hope he knows it's him
It's not the boy I was with before
It's not any other boy I might be with
I hope he knows that it is him
And I hope he knows it was always himI hope he wants me
Like a thunderstorm needs rain
Like a craving or a desire or a passion
I hope he can wish
And I hope he knows to wait
I hope he knows that no matter what
No matter what stands in our way
I hope he knows that it is him
And I hope he knows that it is meI hope you know, darling
That even though I was with him
I don't feel that way about him
You give me butterflies
You make me weak in the knees
You make my fingers shake
It will always be youDarling, you are mine
You are mine
And I hope you know that
I love you
Forever and always
To the moon and back
I will keep loving you until I die
Because darling
You are it
And I am here too
YOU ARE READING
Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...